“No, he was renting a room from some lady in Black Canyon City from what I recall. He said he really loved being in this area since he’d grown up in Cave Creek. I’d see him here sometimes on weekends hiking or camping.”
“Anything else you can tell me about him?”
She pondered my question for several seconds. “Nothing much more except that he seemed to be a nice, upstanding young man,” she remarked with a veneer of wistfulness entering her voice. “And nice-looking too. It was quite a surprise to hear about his accident. In fact, I was pretty shocked.”
“Why’s that?”
The cleft between her blonde brows deepened. “Because witnesses reported that he acted drunk or spaced-out before he left the Crown King Saloon and subsequently ran off the road that night.”
I eyed her reaction with in
